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They spilled his blood to protect their crown. Now he’ll drown their kingdom in it.

Once a devoted knight of the Silver Court, Kael Morvain was betrayed by the royals he served—offered as a living sacrifice to seal a cursed blood pact. But death was only the beginning. Reborn as a vampire in the ruins of forgotten gods, Kael awakens with no soul, no mercy, and one burning purpose: vengeance.

The kingdom of Solrath flourishes on lies, its golden heir worshiped like a savior. But Kael knows the truth: the blood on their throne belongs to him.

When he kidnaps the last surviving princess, a fierce woman marked by prophecy and hiding her own monstrous bloodline, Kael’s revenge spirals into a war between old gods, cursed blood, and forbidden desire.

In a land where power is written in veins and vengeance never dies, only one truth remains:

The dead don’t forgive.
They return.

veins of vengeance

The ruins were older than language.

Once, this had been the battlefield where gods died screaming, where time cracked and the constellations fell like rain. Now, the Grave of Stars stood silent—haunted, veined with dark glass and scorched bones that never rotted.

Selene knelt at the heart of it, pressing her palm to the sigil beneath the ash. Her magic bled into the ground.

Behind her, Kael approached in full battle armor, his sword—now reforged with god-iron—resting on his back.

"You think this place remembers you?" he asked.

Selene didn't look up. "I think it never forgot."

It moved on six limbs now, dragging its body through the gorge with horrifying speed. Its chains scraped against the stone, singing with the voices of fallen priests.

As it neared the Grave of Stars, it began to change—its flesh splitting, rearranging, responding to the divine echoes in the ruins.

What had once been a cursed beast…

Tall. Armored in bone. Crowned with thorns.

At its side, a blade forged from seven sacrifices.

And behind its stitched lips, a whisper:

The Wretch landed like a meteor, shattering stone as it rose in silence. It tilted its head at her, as if recognizing its prey.

Kael unsheathed his blade. "It's huge."

"It's worse than that," Selene said coldly. "It remembers me."

Kael blocked the first blow, sparks flying. Selene ducked beneath a spinning chain and unleashed a wave of fire—but it passed through the Wretch like fog.

"Of course. It's bound to memory, not flesh."

The Grave of Stars lit up with magic and blood.

Kael fought like a revenant, blade spinning, dodging the Wretch's burning chains. Selene circled wide, weaving spells into the very bones of the earth.

She whispered the Forgotten Name—a curse only Valeria had known—and the ground erupted, skeletal hands grabbing at the Wretch's legs.

He hurled his sword like a lightning bolt.

The blade pierced the Wretch's shoulder, pinning it to the bone pillar.

Selene stepped forward, fire building in her chest.

"I name you by what you are," she said. "Mistake. Memory. Puppet."

The Wretch lay still, its body dissolving into smoke and ash.

Kael collapsed to one knee, panting.

Selene stood over the remains, trembling. Not from weakness.

But from what she had felt inside it.

"They're not just sending monsters," she whispered. "They're sending ghosts I can't kill without breaking."

Kael stood slowly. "Then we break them first."

Selene nodded once, her voice ice.

"No more waiting. We go to the Queen."

And far away, the Queen opened her mirror.